A little sun and a little moisture sprouted this grass in the middle of the steel silos, in the midst of Minneapolis’ “graffiti graveyard”. Two images of time: nature growing through industry and rust dissolving old art in the elements.
The valley is full of rocky peaks that stand out from the winding creeks, which only truly run after storms. It is a very beautiful place.
“Man has set for himself the goal of conquering the world but in the processes loses his soul.” Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, Russian writer and historian.
An old stoker in a power plant that was abandoned long before the mill next to it, by all indications. Sugar mills burned dry beet pulp pellets for fuel.
The original metal sign over the porticos.
For some time, Purina ran a feed service out of the elevator. Inside and outside were signs of its past presence.
From a distance (here, Union Yards), you can still see ARMOUR spelled out on the smokestack in white brick.
A caustic tank in one of the unremodeled brewhouse backrooms.
The hiking around Central City is beautiful and full of history. Just get a proper topo map!